Pete McDonald: Music

I brought you back a souvenir
from every place I’ve ever been.
I’ve told you what you need to hear,
and I’m willing to tell you again.
And yeah, I’ve burned the photographs
of what you didn’t want to know.
I’ve even put away the maps
for places where we wouldn’t go.

Chorus
But it’s never gonna be enough.
You’re always gonna ask for more.
No it’s never gonna be enough,
‘cause I’m not what you’re really looking for.

I’ve scraped the mud off of my shoes.
I sewed the button on your sleeve.
You stacked the deck so you won’t lose.
You made it hard for me to leave.
And I have turned down the music
until the afternoons you’re out
when I dance across the room alone
dreaming dreams I don’t tell you about.

Chorus

And I didn’t ever want to be the one who threw it all away.
And you didn’t ever want to hear the words that I didn’t want to say.

I opened windows, made the bed.
I don’t check the clock when you get in.
I plant the garden on my knees,
and wait for summer to begin.
I pressed the freesia in a book.
I folded up a winning hand.
I built my castle at your edge
and let the waters wreck the sand.

But it's never gonna be enough.
You're always gonna ask for more.
No it's never gonna be enough
'cause I'm not what you're looking for.